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Faith, Hope, and Clarity
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109 Faith, Hope, and Clarity For much of her life Nina Bryant be lieved that kind ness is the pri mary con sid er a tion in al most every thing. That kind ness is the First Law. That kind ness could save the world from it self. “O Love, O Char ite!” wrote Geoffrey Chau cer. Loving-kindness, ac cord ing to the Tal mud. For Nina, being kind was the first step to ward be com ing, as she put it, human. But she had not al ways been kind. She knew that there were in her pock ets of de spair, envy, fear, and con fu sion and that these had led her on oc ca sion to be angry, bit ter, and mean, emo tions she had named The Uglies, as if they were the three Fates of Greek my thol ogy. She wanted so much to be kind. And gen er ous. Alas, be hav ing kindly to ward some one—and she didn’t al ways—did not mean she was kind. The praxis of kind ness was nec es sary but not suffi cient. Char ity it self had lim its. One day, Nina, idling at her desk, wrote char ity on a Post-It. It star tled her with its close ness to clar ity. What if Paul, in First Co rin thians, had meant to write faith, hope, and clar ity? A slip of the sty lus could change every thing. Okay, he wasn’t writ ing in En glish, but still. It was still worth think ing about. Nina’s life now, in her later years, was a strug gle against pain and a fail ing effort to stay sen so ri ally in touch with the world out side her self. She had cat a racts. Her hear ing grew worse each day; Palmer and Tavy 110 Faith, Hope, and Clarity had to shout at her. She could not de tect or iden tify odors: gaz pa cho, fish, an egg—no differ ence. Pesto, at least that bought in a jar at the gro cery store, smelled like noth ing, or, more ac cu rately, glue. Go rilla Glue. Which was now avail able in a smaller, monkey-size tube. Per haps she wouldn’t have felt so es tranged from the world were it not for her ill ness; she was only sixty-eight. But be cause of her ill ness, she lived too much of the day in her mind, blur ring the tex ture of life with a day dream. She could use a lap top for an hour or two a day, but it took all her strength and wore her out even though she used it in bed or on the couch down stairs. Nina’s thoughts and feel ings min gled with day long dreams and at times it was hard to dis tin guish them. She had planned to have a Great Late Age—a decade or two in which she would fin ish writ ing the books she had in mind to write— and she felt cheated, as if some one, any one, had prom ised her more years. Could she blame God? No, she didn’t be lieve in Him. Or Her. The real mov ers be hind the uni verse were chance and circum stance. Mr. Chance and Mrs.—or should she say Ms?—Circum stance, that age less couple. Snow had ar rived in Mad i son. Nina knew the lakes would freeze over, the Cap i tol night lights shin ing across Lake Men dota like a light house. A bea con of jus tice. But maybe not jus tice, she thought. Maybe a bud get bent out of shape by log rol ling leg is la tors. Maybe a de bate never to be re solved, for that was how Wis con sin was: at trac tive but sur pris ingly cau tious. From her bed room win dow she could see snow fall ing on the blue spruce. It was start ing to cover the side walk. The other worldly si lence of snow set tled on the house and street. Nina crept down stairs to make a cup of hot choc o late for Cal lie, who would be home any min ute. Nina got out Callie’s fa vor ite mug, which showed a teddy bear play...